it's a magical world

So as of today, I am officially unemployed for four months. Huzzah. If anyone knows anyone in the NYC area who could use a stage manager/techie/temp admin from end of August through beginning of December, I will gladly pass them my resume. I've been browsing around the usual theater job sites for weeks, but the pickings are slim at the moment. Next week I'll apply to all the temp agencies I can find. At least I qualify for unemployment benefits. Yay.

I'm also getting on a plane tonight to spend the next week in Seattle. It's for a family reunion, and those plans were made before I found out that I was going to be unemployed, but hey, I could definitely use a change of scenery right now. I've definitely been feeling the depression creeping up the back of my brain for the past week or so -- it's been hard to focus on doing anything I enjoy, I desperately want to see people but simultaneously shrink back from communication, and all I want to do is sleep -- so here's hoping the vacation from normal life will stave that off a bit. I really, really don't do well when I'm bored. Bah. On the plus side, my social life in NYC is a VAST improvement over my lack thereof in D.C., so that helps a lot.

So...yay, Seattle! I have never been there before. This should be fun.

I'm back on another show now (started last Tuesday), which means I pretty much dropped off the face of the internets for the past week. It's been fun readjusting to running eight performances a week all over again, and this show's a bit more labor intensive than the last few. Less stressful, because I've taken over as ASM and am only running backstage rather than the entire production, but there's a whole lot of crap to run backstage on this one. Two-hour show, ninety solid minutes of preshow prep and about half an hour of postshow, and I'm on my feet doing shit for all but maybe half an hour or so of all that, scattered in small bits and bobs throughout. Which is totally fine and doable -- it's not like I'm working a 12-hour shift waiting tables or anything actually taxing -- but it's taking a little adjusting to. My last couple of shows at this theater were much lower key during the performances themselves -- I got through all of A:tLA on last winter's show, and wrote bucketloads of XMFC fic during the summer show. For this one, not so much with the down time. And I didn't check DW/LJ/Tumblr at ALL over the weekend, so spent most of my downtime at the day job today catching up. Still, it means my internet/writing time will be greatly curtailed for the next few weeks while this show's running. Such is life. Also, I'm tired, man, I'd forgotten how brutal getting home at 11:30pm every night and getting right back up again at 6:30am for the day job with only Monday nights off can be. But it's a good show, lovely cast and production team, so I'm not sorry. It's more that I wish this were my ONLY job.

Not feeling very optimistic on the getting-out-of-DC front at the moment. I applied for about ten different summer theater gigs, and have only gotten one interview out of the whole batch. But pretty much the only thing that gets me to work in the mornings is telling myself that it's only for a few more months. If that turns out to be a lie...I don't know. My morale at my day job is absolute shit these days. I want out very, very badly. And I'd vastly prefer to leave FOR another job rather than just leave for no reason but my own unhappiness. It's an easy job, decent paycheck, great benefits, good organization. It's just that I've been there for two and a half years and I'm so bored I could weep and I'm just flat out sick of answering fucking phones all day every day with no end in sight. Urg. Being unhappy all the time is exhausting, y'all.

Way behind on responding to comments and things. Also, totally forgot to pimp out white_lotus, which everyone who loves Avatar: the Last Airbender should really be checking out because the Lunar New Year exchange is awesome. I got a very sweet Katara/Zuko fic, Waiting to Spark, which people should read because yay! And it handles Mai and Aang very respectfully, albeit offscreen, which is important to me. I realize that I happen to ship a pairing that's at the epicenter of a very ugly shipwar in the fandom, which saddens me because I just love all the characters so much, okay, why can't we all just ship whoever we want without having to bash other people's favorite characters/ships in the process? I do not understand fandom in this way. ANYWAY. This fic doesn't do that. And it's very IC for both Katara and Zuko a few years down the line, and it makes me very happy. The end. :) Not sure how obvious my own contribution to the exchange is, so feel free to guess once everything's been posted. As always, I'll make you a thing.

And...yeah. So that's stuff. We apologize for the stultifying dullness of this post.

Memo to self: when feeling lonely, watching romantic comedies really does not help.

I tried to make some hanging out happen among the people I was friendliest with from the show, but failed rather spectacularly, so spent my Friday night watching movies instead. Today I played Sims until I got bored with it, and I suppose I'll start watching some more West Wing now, for lack of anything better to do -- but I'm really not in the mood to sit alone and watch DVDs all night again. I suppose I could try to rustle up something or other with my college friends, but it's cold and rainy, and I'm really not in the mood to haul all the way down to Hyde Park tonight. Bah. Surely I know someone who'd be up for doing something tonight. I like getting my alone time in, but I'm getting thoroughly sick of my own company right now.

Guess who didn't get cast in a single damn University Theater show, in spite of 50+ parts for actors, in spite of having auditioned for absolutely everything, in spite of getting called back for several major parts?

Yeah. Yeah, that would be me.

Fuckses.